So this is a weiss kruez sailor moon cross. Aya/Ran x Ami with a very slight Yoji x Ami. Weiss kruez knowledge not necessary, per sae, but it would probably be an easier read if you know who Aya/Ran, Yoji, and Aya-chan are. Hana-chan is my own creation (and I just wuv her! she will probably become a recurring character in other fics)

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Ami gently placed the vase of bluebells on the bare shelf as carefully as possible. They were soft and fragile looking, just like the girl that Ami had brought them for, and seemed to fill the room with a peaceful serenity. When they were finally settled in place, she took her time delicately rearranging them until they were just right. When she finished, she took a step back and admired her work.

The blue haired senshii sighed, "Perfect."

Happily contented, Ami turned to face the girl in the bed, whom she had come to think of as her own little mystery girl. She was eighteen, only a year younger than herself, as it read on the white clipboard at the end of her bed, but she didn't look a day over sixteen. Her long, dark hair lay in two braids on either side of her and her face was pale and serene. For some reason, Ami was always reminded of Usagi when she looked at this girl. Perhaps it was her innocence, her soft warmth that filled the air around her, or the way her young, heart-shaped face seemed so perfectly happy, despite what had happened to her. Ami's smile became a little melancholy. She wished so much that she could free this young girl from her prison of sleep; she wished she could watch her grow up and have a wonderful life filled with simple pleasures. She didn't know why, exactly, but she wanted to be there for this girl, no matter what. She wanted to be that person in her life who this girl could rely on, who she would come home from school and show her test scores to, that one person in her life who would pick her back up when she fell.

Ami sighed again, almost in resignation, and picked up the book that lay on the stand next to the hospital bed. She looked at the young girl for a moment, a slightly mournful look settling on her face. But then, as if having decided something, Ami shook her head and put a cheerful smile on her face. She crossed the room to where an uncomfortable chair was placed.

"So how are you today, Aya-chan?" asked Ami, conversationally as she pulled her customary chair up to the bed, "You look a little less pale than usual; did something good happen? A good dream maybe? A handsome knight came to save you from countless dangers before taking you out for a hot chocolate?" Ami plopped down in the chair, giving a silly little laugh. "I hope so." She said fondly. Still smiling, Ami opened the book and flipped through several handwritten pages.

"Hm… so, where were we?" she asked, searching the pages, ignoring the silence she received, "Ah, yes!" she said when she found where she had left off, "The princess had just defeated the evil Queen Beryl, bravely giving up everything in order to save the world and everyone in it. She was left in the deserted wastes of the Arctic, all alone and near dead. Suddenly, the beautiful ghost of her mother, the Queen Selenity of the Moon Kingdom, appeared to her and took pity on her …"

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Ami closed the door quietly and softly walked down the near-deserted halls, toward the front desk.

"Hey, Ami, you finally heading home?" asked a bubbly redhead dressed in a starched white shirtdress who was sitting at the counter.

Ami smiled, "Yes, I am." She grabbed the bag with her own uniform folded inside, and pulled on her powder-blue coat.

"So how's your friend today? Good?" asked the redhead.

Ami nodded, "Yes, she seemed happy today. I think she had a good dream before I got there." She wrapped her white fluffy scarf around her neck and tugged on her matching gloves.

The redhead shook her head ruefully. "I don't think I'll ever understand why you stay an hour and a half after every shift just to read to some girl who will never wake up. When my shift is over, I am out of here faster than you can say 'dinner and a movie.'"

Ami smiled again, softly, "I guess I just feel… sorry for her. She never has any visitors and I know that I would hate to be all-alone every single day. Everyone needs a little company. I guess I feel like maybe all she needs is to know that there are people waiting for her to wake up. You know, a little hope that she really isn't all alone."

Ami looked back at the redhead and sweat dropped when she saw that she was about to burst into tears, "Oh, Ami" the redhead sniffled, "you are the nicest, most wonderful person I've ever met!"

Ami smiled awkwardly in response. "Heh heh, no. Hana, I'm really not –," she started to protest, but was stopped when Hana suddenly stood up and placed her palms on the counter. She glared at Ami decisively.

"Yes, you are! You are the kindest and most wonderful person ever – not to mention modest. I'm going to try being more like you, Ami-chan. I'll find someone to take care of, even though they may never know about it… Really! I just have to find someone! hm…" she crossed her arms, a look of deep concentration forming on her face, "Do you think there are any cute boys in this wing that I could look after?" she asked seriously.

Ami sweat dropped, "uh heh heh…"

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She cheerily waved to Hana as she exited the hospital, the automatic doors hissing behind her. A blast of freezing air rushed around her and Ami shivered – she hadn't realized how cold it would be. The senshii of ice sighed and rubbed her arms, she wished she would have thought to bring a sweater to wear under her coat. She would be freezing by the time she reached home.

As she turned to begin her long, cold walk home, however, something made her stop. Ever-so-lightly, as if it were the most insignificant thing in the world, a tiny fleck of white landed on her sleeve, making Ami pause. It was then followed by another… and another… and another, until the whole world seemed to swirl around her. Ami smiled and raised her arms into the air. The snow danced and vaulted through the air, sparkling in the streetlights and swirling around the cars that passed.

'It's so beautiful.' She thought, breathless. 'A wonderland of white, just for me.' She laughed happily and, closing her eyes, she spun around and around in the spirals of snow, for once not caring if someone was watching. For a few minutes she was free, wholly and wonderfully free of everything – all the burdens of her world gently washed away. She smiled happily as the snow tickled her face and caught on her eyelashes, she relished the feeling of such utter softness – nothing could worry her when she felt this way.

Nothing, that is, except an unexpected patch of ice.

Before she knew it, she was falling into the street. Dimly she heard a horn and her mind registered bright lights heading straight toward her. She squeezed her eyes shut, fully expecting these to be her last few seconds of life.

Amazingly, though, the bright lights and the sound of the horn zoomed by, slowly fading into the night. Ami opened her eyes. 'What happened?' She wondered, incredulous. 'How am I alive? I so should not be alive.' She reasoned. It was then that she realized that she was currently being held tightly in someone's arms – someone who happened to be male. A ferocious blush burned her cheeks – 'how humiliating', she thought, 'I can't believe that I was stupid enough to do that'. Though she really, really didn't want to, she knew she had to face her rescuer and so slowly, agonizingly, she forced herself to look up to the face of her rescuer.

Her heart stopped. She couldn't breathe – didn't want to breathe if it meant that she would have to move from where she was now. Her whole body suddenly felt warm, as if the entire world was suddenly turned upside down by a mere whim of this boy. His thick red hair sparkled with snowflakes, and his violet eyes looked down at her with such intensity that she felt as if she were drowning – and she found that she didn't want to be saved. Something about this boy made her want nothing else but to melt into him and never let go – she wanted nothing more than to continue falling into his eyes and to feel his warm arms around her.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice as frigid as the night air.

Ami ripped herself away from her thoughts and blushed fuscia once more.

"Oh, uh, yes. I-I'm fine, thank you."

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Aya looked down at this seemingly regular girl who had literally dropped into his arms. He had simply been on his way to the hospital when he had seen her, spinning around in the snow like a child… just like Aya-chan would have done. Her smile had been so warm, so blissfully happy, that he was reminded instantly of his sister, and he found himself unable to look away. It was as if this girl was showing him how life could be, how happy he – Ran Fujimiya – could become if he would just let things be. If he could just forget the past.

But that was something he could never do – not until he had his revenge.

So he had been about to walk on, had been about to forget this girl ever existed – when he had seen her slip on the ice. It was as though time had stopped. He saw the lights, heard the horn, and watched as she fell – all of it happening as if in slow motion. He felt as if he were frozen – his body completely rigid – as she was about to be crushed by steel and metal.

A flash had come to him, unbidden, of that night two years ago. It had been raining then, not snowing, but the lights and the car had been the same.

He couldn't let it happen again, not to her, not to someone who was so...happy.

So, without even thinking, he leapt forward, wrapped her securely in his arms, and dove back onto the sidewalk just as the car sped by.

And now, here he sat, drowning in her azure eyes – not wanting to let her go.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his irrepressible need to know making his voice sound frigid.

He watched, enthralled, as she blushed.

"Oh, uh, yes. I-I'm fine, thank you." She replied, her formality slightly surprising him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, feeling her shiver. 'Could she be in shock?' he wondered, slightly taken aback when he realized how worried he was for her.

She looked up at him and he instantly fell into an endless pool of blue.

"Yes," she replied, rather breathlessly her eyes slightly distant, "I'm all right. Th-thank you for saving me."

Aya could not stop staring into her eyes. It was as if a veil had suddenly settled on world around him – blurring the sounds, lights, and cold, until they were just a faint murmur. He was left alone, gazing into the eyes of this astonishingly beautiful girl, holding her warm body to his.

He hadn't even noticed that he had moved until he was suddenly made aware of how close her face was to his. He could feel her breath mingle with his, a pale cloud of white forming between them. His attention strayed from her eyes to the soft curve of her neck, the delicate way her hair moved, the tender curve of her lips. Slowly, ever so slowly – even as a part of his mind was shouting at him to stop – he moved even closer.

They were only inches apart now. Aya couldn't seem to control his body. Little did he know that the girl in front of him was having a similar struggle. Ever-so-slowly they continued to move closer…and closer… until they could practically feel-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A light beeping cut through the air and they both seemed to realize their proximity to each other.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, pulling back and detangling herself from him hurriedly. Aya watched as she kneeled on the cold ground and quickly checked her watch.

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Ami busied herself with checking her communicator as she detangled herself from her strange rescuer, thankful for something – anything – to distract her from her desire to stay near his warmth. The small red light near Mars' button flashed red. 'Great,' she thought, 'a youma. I better get over there quick.' She looked up, her eyes meeting his deep, violet ones. Ami glanced away, her face burning. She then made a move to stand. Almost immediately, she felt a hand gently grasp her upper arm, helping her up. When they finally stood opposite each other, Ami gripped her bag tightly, having no other way to relieve her tension.

"Um… well, th-thank you again. You saved my life. Thank you." She bowed lamely.

"Don't worry about it."

She stood up again, slightly startled by his tone. Looking into his eyes, she could tell he meant it.

"Just don't be so careless again."

And Ami was blushing all over again.

"Oh," she answered, "Um, no I won't. I mean – I'll be very careful from now on. Thank you, again." She bowed for a second time. "Uh… well, I really have to go so… goodbye." Ami had to force herself not to sprint as she jogged away.

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Aya watched as she jogged off, her blue hair swaying slightly as she moved under the orange streetlights. He watched her until she had long disappeared behind a veil of snow and he was forced to turn and continue on his way to the hospital.

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"S-sir – sir!" Hana called to the man as he walked by the counter without so much as a glance at her. She caught up to him halfway down the hall as he turned to her, his intense violet eyes freezing the small redhead on the spot. Hana gulped visibly, "Um… s-sir, I'm very sorry but visiting hours are over. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She felt herself falling under his hypnotic stare.

"I'm here to see Fujimiya Aya." He said coldly.

Abruptly, Hana was freed from his gaze.

"You're here to see who?" she asked again, taken aback. She had surely heard wrong.

"Fujimiya Aya." He repeated clearly.

Hana frowned deeply, slightly stunned. 'But… no one but Ami ever visited…' she thought. All of a sudden Hana was reminded of what her blue-haired friend had said.

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"She never has any visitors and I know that I would hate to be all-alone every single day. … I guess I feel like maybe all she needs is to know that there are people waiting for her to wake up. You know, a little hope that she really isn't all alone"

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A soft smile slowly replaced the frown as Hana remembered the look of pure kindness in her friend's eyes. Ami-chan had been so sincere. She really and truly cared for this Aya girl. Even though she had never spoken to her, even though the girl may never come to know her, Ami faithfully stayed by her side, waiting for the day when she would wake up. Hana just couldn't bring herself to stop someone from visiting this girl that Ami cared so much about. If it could help Fujimiya Aya to wake up, to help give her the hope that Ami-chan had spoken of, then Hana would do it.

She looked up at the violet-eyed young man once more, studying him with new eyes. He was tall, dark and mysterious, that was for sure. With his deep red hair and intense violet eyes, Hana got the chills. But… but if he knew Aya-chan… if he was waiting for her to wake up just as Ami-chan was… then Hana wouldn't – couldn't – stop him from visiting the sleeping girl.

She unexpectedly turned on her heel and began walking back to her post, "Well I'd better get back to my desk!" she practically shouted, "I wouldn't want anyone to sneak by while I wasn't looking! You know those psychos out wandering the streets – I can't have any of them getting in here!" Laughing rather outrageously as she went, never once looking back, she walked back to her post. As she finally sat down on her chair, she spun lightly, catching a glimpse back down the hall. Hana saw the door to Fujimiya Aya's room close. The redhead smiled gently, going back to her work. 'I hope you wake up soon, Aya-chan.' She thought, 'There are people waiting for you.'

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Aya stood in the doorway as he did every time he visited his sister, awkwardly.

Every time he came it was the same; it never got better, never became any easier. He just couldn't get used to the idea of that girl in the bed as his sister. His sister was Aya-chan. She was bubbly, full of life and laughter. Her eyes were always sparkling at some joke, she always had a smile on her face, and she never seemed to stop moving. She was so different than this girl in front of him.

Aya clenched his hands as he looked at the girl before him. He knew and loved this girl before him as his sister, how could he not? But… this was not his Aya-chan – not really. He had lost his Aya-chan the same night he became an orphan… and he didn't know if he would ever get her back.

Aya glanced away, unable to bear the thought of it.

His eyes widened as they rested on the shelf.

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Hana dimly heard a door slam but before she could even look up from her game of solitaire, two hands grasped the counter in front of her. She looked up, thoroughly startled, to find the strange man towering toward her.

She blanched, "U-um, can I help you?" she asked, timidly.

He didn't waste words.

"Who came to see her?"

Hana gulped, not quite knowing what to say. Technically it was against protocol to give out the names of visitors – but then her protocol book was pretty much out the window at this point, with this strange guy bearing down on her, "U-um…" she tried. "Well I…"

"Who came to see her?" he asked again, this time putting more force behind his words, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Hana didn't know what to do, "I-I don't know what you - "

Aya slammed his fist onto the counter, "Someone left flowers on the shelf - now who was it!" His eyes burned and Hana found that she was actually shaking, she was so petrified.

"A-Ami-chan!" Hana choked out, "S-she visits every day after her shift for an hour or two. I think she reads to her." Instantly Hana wanted to take back her words. She practically just handed her friend to this guy on a plate. How could she have done that? Realizing what she had done, her resolve instantly strengthened out of necessity to protect her friend. Hana sat a little straighter and clenched her fists together so they wouldn't shake.

"Ami? So she works here?" asked the violet-eyed guy, probing for information.

Hana narrowed her eyes at him, hoping she looked stronger than she felt, "I'm sorry sir, but visiting hours really are over and I can't have you in here. Please leave before I call security." She tried to look imposing – or at least as imposing as she could in a white shirtdress and tennis shoes.

She saw his violet eyes flash and, for a moment, she thought he would try to grab her and shake the answers out of her. But thankfully, he instead turned on his heel and stalked quickly toward the exit.

As the automatic doors hissed behind him, Hana breathed again, slumping into her chair. 'phew…' she thought, relieved.

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It was her.

There she was, right in front of him, her blue eyes cheerful and her smile soft.

'Mizuno Ami

Age 19

Daytime receptionist/ nurse

Currently attending pre-medical school at the University of Tokyo.'

He couldn't believe it.

Aya didn't know how long he sat, staring. It may have only been a few minutes… maybe a few hours. He couldn't help it – it was her. The same girl from the street, the same girl he had watched spin around in the snow like an innocent child, the girl he could still feel warm in his arms. He could still smell her hair, feel the caress of her breath – everything.

She was the one who had brought the flowers? It seemed too unreal. So unlikely… and yet… here she was, right in front of him.

After what seemed like days of staring at her picture, his hands hesitantly hovering over the keyboard, wondering if he should continue, he closed his eyes.

Before he gave himself the chance to change his mind, Aya leaned forward and pushed a button. The computer screen went black. He sat for a moment, wondering if he made the right decision. Finally he stood, inhaling deeply.

Yes. No more thinking about it. Aya pulled the door open and stalked down to the kitchen to get breakfast, ignoring the strange, worried, look Omi gave him as he passed.

He had decided and he wouldn't change his mind. He decided… that he… he didn't mind so much… if she was the one who left flowers.

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cute? or unoriginal? lemme know. two more chaps to go! Next chap has more comedy in it, don't worry.